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Take off All Your Clothes – “Write Naked” Exercise Two

I know.

It totally freaked me out when the second writing exercise began with “take off all your clothes.” It sounds like something a sexy alpha hero would say to the spitfire heroine, who defiantly whips off her t-shirt,  terrified and exhilaratingly turned on at the same time.

For me, after a moment of panic and brief consideration of disrobing, I read on “… nah, just kidding!” Ha, ha. Funny, Ms. Probst. Very funny.

She does, however, ask that we – in this instance – I write something extremely personal to me, and to remember that it’s for my eyes only. Little did she know when she wrote this that I would be doing all her exercises on my blog.

*Name dropping pause*

Jennifer Probst now knows that I am posting all my writing exercises based on “Write Naked” on my blog. Because I told her. In person. At the #RWA17. Eeeek!!!

*Back to exercise*

Shoot. I want to make this post authentic but what can I share that is extremely personal but not a secret I must take to my grave?

No one wants to recognize the small, petty side of one’s self and I seriously never told anyone about this until a couple years ago.

I was about four or five, and my cousin, who was about a year younger than me, came to stay with my family for a bit because her mom had just passed away. We were close in age, so we did everything together. She was such a sweet, lovely child. Even a spoiled, princess like me could see that. She never cried or whined even though she must’ve been heartbroken by her loss, and she never asked for her dad or older sister. I actually don’t know why she couldn’t be with her family. At the time, she came and my parents said she was staying for a while, so I just shrugged and went with it.

At first, I made her my project and insisted on taking care of her every little need. After all, I was after all her “unni” (Korean for older sister – but used to cousins and older female friends, etc.) I would help wash her face, brush her hair, and shared all my toys with her. I even shared my little room with her. One night, she fell of the bed and began crying in the middle of the night. My parents ran into my room to find Little Cousin on the floor beside the bed. My dad lifted her off the floor, tucked her back in bed, and soothed her until her sobbing became sleepy hiccups.

The next morning, my mom was brushing Little Cousin’s hair to give us matching pigtails when the comb caught on something on Little Cousin’s head. She promptly began sniffling again. It turned out that she’d gone to bed wearing a small hair pin and a piece of the metal click-clock closure was embedded in her scalp. My mom screamed for my dad, and my dad was able to quickly get the small fragment out. I saw my mom holding back tears and my parents gave the sweet little girl the much needed and deserved love and attention.

Five year old me did not like that. (Freaking brat.)

Eventually, my uncle reclaimed his daughter and I had my room back to myself, but I felt like I had unfinished business. One night, I decided to pretend to fall off my bed and I cried like a banshee until my parents stormed into my room. I hammed it up and was properly fussed over. Satisfied, I went back to sleep.

I can’t recall why, but my parents and I were talking about our family back in Korea one day, and I suddenly remember what my devious five-year-old self had done all those years ago. Half laughing and 100% embarrassed, I told my parents that I never fell of my bed. I’d only been pretending because I was jealous of Little Cousin. They almost fell off the sofa laughing. They thought it was adorable.

But we all know if wasn’t cute. It was small. It was petty. I was so stupid. Shame on me for resenting a sweet girl who’d lost her mom.

I pray that the adult me is a little less possessive, self-centered and prone to crazy. At the very least, I strive to be a sympathetic, caring, and giving human being.

Yowza! I’m a bloggin’!

This is my blog. On my author website. It is freakin’ mind blowing.

Now that I’ve finished editing my contemporary romance manuscript – and I mean, tear a chunk of your heart out and patch it up then tear some more out kind of editing – I am ready to bare my soul to the world (or at least to one other person who isn’t me or my mom).

I recently finished reading Jennifer Probst’s “Write Naked.” Funnily enough, I read “Write Naked” before the “The Wedding Bargain,” which means I read “Write Naked” (hereinafter referred to as “Naked”) as an author aspiring to become a career author – to learn – not as a fan. The issue discussed in my review won’be *squeak* “I love you, Jennifer!” *dead feint* but does “Naked” allow you to walk away with practical tools to help you sell books?

The verdict? Dang right, it does. Plus, now I’m a Jennifer Probst fan. *squeak* “I love you, Jennifer!” *dead feint*

I’m an attorney during the day (what? you hadn’t guessed from the “hereinafter referred to as”?) and it helps me to see a logical, well-organized list of issues to tackle. “Naked” does just that.

Her advice on the craft of writing is succinct and to the point, but honestly, it’ll take years of hands on experience to truly “get” what she’s saying. But her advice on being a full-time author is like The Ring to Rule Them All – precious and powerful.

This website is in part inspired by the advice in “Naked.” She convinced me that branding and media-presence aren’t just modern mumbo-jumbo phrases to throw around. It is crucial to becoming a successful author in this day and age, and to be a successful career author, success means selling books. *ducks rotten tomato thrown at face*

Look, folks. I LOVE to write. I NEED to write. There’s nothing I want more than to write full-time. Even if I become a New York Times Bestselling author, I probably won’t make more than what I make as an attorney. But it’s not about the money. If I could just make enough to make ends meet, I’d throw my steady income out the window. So. Don’t. Judge.

As far as reviews go, this is all pretty vague. As far as sharing the impact “Naked” had on me, it is soul baring.

In the spirit of writing naked, my next blogs will be dedicated to doing each and every one of the exercises in “Naked” in public. Naked in public. Ha!

Hope to see you all soon.

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